The Struggles of Being A Mother of Villains

Ch.171 Mama and Papa's precious baby (3)

Xiao Yu nodded. So, Ji Yu asked her, "Is that really a good idea? Who knows if that person likes you or not?"

Xiao Yu grinned. "It's fine. I don't want them to know who likes them, I just want them to know who doesn't like them. That's enough for me. I hope they can understand that if they hurt themselves, then they're not the only ones hurt, but also their parents. The ones who gave them life and raised them up, the parents who hold such high hopes of them, would also be deeply hurt."

Ji Yu, "...You make a very good point."

Xiao Yu nodded. Then, she went inside the kitchen to bring a portion of dinner out. She put down the bowl of seafood soup and the white rice at the same location before, and then left without looking back.

Wen Lie hid behind the tree and watched this scene. After making sure that Xiao Yu wouldn't come out again, he ran over to grab the dinner before hiding back behind the tree.

The big sister next door was well-prepared. There was even a soup spoon inside. Wen Lie wolfed down all the food, then rinsed the rice bowl at the faucet at the side before putting it back in its original position. Then, he poked his head out and looked inside. There was no one in the yard.

When Wen Lie returned home, his family had just finished dinner. Seeing Wen Lie, Wen Tianlang frowned and bellowed, "It's so late, where have you been? It seems like starving for these past few days didn't teach you anything. In that case, why don't you starve for a few more days?"

Wen Lie gripped the corner of his shirt and kept his head down, not speaking.

Lin Hong stood up while stroking her belly, shooting Wen Tianlang an angry glance. "Why are you so fierce? The boy's still young!"

"Young? What part of him is young? So young and he already learned to push down his stepmother and cause her to miscarry. It's obvious that he's exactly the same as that mother of his." After he finished speaking, Wen Tianlang looked at Wen Lie, discovering the dark look in his eyes.

Wen Tianlang was shocked at first, but then he was filled with anger. "What kind of look is that? Do you have something to say to your father?!"

Wen Lie still kept his head down, not saying a single word. Wen Tianlang raised his hand and slapped him hard upside the head, cursing, "I might as well raise a dog than raise you! A dog would at least be able to bark! You can't even make a single sound."

Watching this child remain motionless despite being beaten, Wen Tianlang howled, "Get out of my sight!!!"

Wen Lie grabbed his bag and went upstairs. After entering his room, he could hear the shouting from downstairs. "That little beast! He even dares to put a hand on his own brother! The only reason I haven't driven him out of my home is only for his grandfather's sake!"

In the end, Wen Lie still could not stop his tears from flowing down. He covered his eyes with his wrists. Even alone in his room where no one could see, he still warned himself not to cry. He couldn't cry. He had to be strong. No one in this world will be happy, feel sad, or cry for your sake. You only have yourself.

Still wearing his school uniform, Wen Lie retreated into his blanket.

Waking up the next day, he discovered that his eyes were still sore. So, he sneaked into the toilet and found that he had unknowingly cried his eyes swollen.

He was worried that his father and stepmother would see, so he grabbed his bag and secretly ran out from the house.

As a result, when he passed by the same spot where the food was left yesterday, he found that that a new bag of food was in place. Looking around and finding no one else, he crouched down and opened it. It was milk and bread today. With the bread in his right hand and the milk in the left, he ran to school while drinking.

Wen Lie had 10 yuan on him, which he used for transport in the morning and the evening. After reaching the station, he had to walk for almost an additional 40 minutes before he got to the villa. So, he had to run out as soon as possible each day to wait for his ride. 10 yuan was just enough for a week of transport. So, he could not use that money to buy food. Even spending it once would force him to have to walk to and from school next time.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yu who was warming up on the piano looked at the father and children trio who were slowly walking downstairs, saying, "You're a little late today!”